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Where hatred fire storms and
frolics,-
there is no place for love in a flame
fire.
Only, mercies a streamlet
streams,
not having allowed to incinerate remained,-
having kept.
Where with milk of mother raised
rage,
other religions in search of restless
crowd.
Hungry wolves choose a victim
on a face,
on the termination of a Friday pray,-
the malicious...
Where the stone walls of the ancient
Jerusalem
pre-dawn,- cry the morning
dew.
From times far and almost in centuries
hidden,
replacement to tears, a way not having found
other.
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Photo by Swami Runinanda™. The fragment of lateral aspect of gate of David of a citadel of old Jerusalem Jan 2006
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With to the best regards Swami Runinanda™(doctorW)